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The Price of Failure
"You shouldn't have let her go."
Brenda heard the voice in her head as a spasm of pain hit her on her spinal cord. She tried to scream, but something was choking her throat, and she felt cold air fill her mouth. She could only writhe and spasm on the ground as her legs shook uncontrollably.
"How dare you let her go?" The voice came again with the same question, and the pain intensified. She could taste blood in her mouth and felt something sticky on her back. "I want her back now. I want to feel her skin, I want to taste her blood, and I want to hold her soul in my palm. You will bring her back or you will regret the day you joined my clique. Am I clear!"
Brenda couldn't speak, but she nodded her head frantically as the pain left her and the invisible hand holding her throat let go. She could finally breathe, and with tears streaming from her eyes, she cried silently.
It was the happiest thing when she had joined the Blood Clique. She had felt pride with the power given to her, and there was nothing she couldn't get. They used to demand men, which was easy for her as she could make any man fall for her — men are easy and they need no reason before bedding any woman — so it was all going well until Cherish. Now her blood is what they crave. Even she couldn't get to her due to that accursed bangle. She wept bitterly, knowing she was in a rough place and her life was on the line.
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The Green World
The Seeker shook his head as he returned to his body after visiting Cherish in her dream form. He wondered why he was protecting her. He wondered what was compelling him. No matter how hard he had tried to forget her, she always popped up in his mind. He was thinking about her when he heard the summon to return home briefly.
He looked around and spied a darkened alley. He hurried there and, making sure no one was looking, he brought out a ring made of gold with a darkened hollow at the center. He put it just within his lips and whispered, "Gate, take me home."
He dissolved into mist and was carried away.
He appeared in a city not of the mortal world — a city made of green grass. Even the homes were built with grass, and the roads were made of grass. He hurried to his mother who had summoned him, thinking it was an emergency.
"Mother! You called? What is wrong? I hope you are okay and I hope the Fire People aren't attacking again?"
His mother smiled. She loved his concern and how he cared about her. She had been proud on the day he was born. She had known he would be the right one to inherit the power that destroyed their enemies — and enemies they had in abundance.
"No, my son. I called you here because I could read your heart. If I'm not mistaken, you have met your wife to be."
"What are you talking about, Mother? What wife?"
"The girl with the shadow. The one you try to protect."
He laughed. "Don't be ridiculous, Mother. I only tried to save her."
"I know, and there is a history why it is so."
"Hmm — Mother still wanting me to get married, eh?"
"This is different. Believe me, you will never get her out of your mind. You have met her before, and you have drunk her blood."
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The Overlord's Rage
Deep in the heart of the Blood Clique, the Overlord was angry. He was looking for any excuse to kill someone.
"How dare she let her go," he muttered. The girl was the key — she was the only one who could give him the power to destroy the green world and capture the soul of their protector, The Everlasting Mother. It had been a thousand years and still he was being outwitted by that old hag. And now that fool had let the only key go. How dare her.
Then he screamed.
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No Trace
Cherish returned to where she had met Seeker, but couldn't find him. There was no trace of him or his wares anywhere. She stopped a woman walking by and asked, "Good afternoon, ma'am. Do you know of a young man who sells bangles around here?"
"Sorry, no idea about such a person," the woman said, walking away.
Cherish shrugged her shoulders and went back home. On her way, her mind kept going back to the dream and Brenda's hand. She couldn't tell if what she saw was real or just a mind game. She shook her head, not wanting to think about it. No way was she going to get entangled with supernatural forces.
When she reached her door, she fumbled for her keys, and as she was about to open it, she heard a voice saying, "You will burn the house. That is not how to go about it. We are the Fire People and we just need her to give her blood willingly."
"She is our enemy," came a rough voice. "We must do everything necessary to get her dead."
"Not before we have her blood," came the first voice.
Cherish roughly pushed her door open and peered into her room. It was empty, except for the wet footprints on the floor. She shuddered and hurried out to call her neighbor, and when they arrived, there were no wet footprints anymore. Everywhere was neat and tidy. She felt embarrassed and apologized.
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A Love Written in Blood
"What are you talking about, Mother? What blood?"
"The girl you try to protect was your wife in another life," his mother, The Everlasting Mother, said.
"Please make me understand, Mother."
"Back then, in the world before this world, you and that girl were married. It was a beautiful moment for me and a proud one for your father. We were all happy — and then the war started."
"War, Mother!"
"Yes, war. It was going badly for our side, and your father knew that if he didn't do something, everything would be lost."
"What caused the war?" he asked her.
"It was the end of the world. Every ten thousand years in that world, there would be war, and those who survived would continue the cycle. Your father had been finding a solution to it, but it hadn't been easy. So when the war started, he had you drink your wife's blood — and likewise, she drank yours too. He then performed the ultimate sacrifice, giving his life force to create this world and to make sure you and your wife were reincarnated. That wasn't all — he gave me his seed and instructed me how to go about it, so I could birth you. As for your wife, he said she would be born in another world, and it is up to you to find her."
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*Stay tuned — the past is catching up, and the Blood Clique is not done.*
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